Gone

Gone

He opened his face to me, holding out his elder hand and asking, his voice a murmur in another language....

Two Poems from Bassano

Coming here where she was rooted, the Mama of my Grandmother, I know her with my bone-mind. The life in...

Ancestors

In a darkened room at the Museum of Preclassic Civilization in Ostuni, a diorama faithfully represents the burial of a...

For All the Mothers

Julia Ward Howe  put out the first call for a Mother’s Day in protest of the Civil war that had...